It is a delicate deliberation that binds us. moonstone pale, this burlesque palantir no longer shows skin along the roads, a whisper can be heard clear we are drawing mandalas in the cornfields hoping the storm on the horizon moves away from here education provided is fraught with peril faces of guard are soluble, malleable they roam, ever-changing, afraid of fear of self cacophonous dirge of progress bellows from our civility drone as mind numbing as any opium the stillness in heartbreak leaves us foraging through consequence Draw a name in lamb’s blood upon doors and harken the trumpet requiem … Continue reading Heartsick Mandalas-revisited
I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.
I bite my tongue and watch blood trace patterns of words I do not Know I wish I could die or become something more engrave your whys into their thoughts begin to understand you fools love has, is and always will be your favorite illusion so drive me home after the opera your scorn can follow me to my door but it is not allowed to come in there are demons tearing at my eyes folding visions into pills forcing me to enjoy the trip saving my feelings for the day when your eyes no longer lie alas, to wait … Continue reading Somewhere In an Opera